It was vivid and actual
this wake-sleep,

just like it used to be.

That sucking, gaping vacuum-
that feeling in my chest,
the desperation and longing-
that hating the leaving, but still
needing to be left

just for that feeling.

The reuniting and oh
the scandal.

It's the sideshow in me
that it speaks to.
If you give me twenty minutes
I could hook you for life.

My little fish
on the line, but with
much more power than
you will ever know.